I've dabbled in Wallace's nonfiction here and there over the years while Infinite Jest seemingly looms over me anytime I walk into my library. Daunting doesn't even begin to explain it, but I know someday I'll finally sit down and tackle it. It's just one of those books you have to be in the right frame of mind for -- going in with any hesitance is just a recipe for disaster. Or, you know, imminent quitting. So it sits there, slightly tattered from its previous owner and a little musky from its time in a used book store before I picked it up some years ago. Waiting.
Although his gargantuan, decade-defining novel sold well over a million copies, these days I think more people enjoy studying the writer rather than his work. Something about suicide just does that, I guess. Piques our curiosity. And by all means, End of the Tour will satiate. It's raw and well-acted and most of all satisfying. Both Siegel and Eisenberg did a fantastic job at bringing this niche tale to life. For what it is, I couldn't be happier with it. And I look forward to revisiting it, hopefully after having read both Infinite Jest and Wallace's biography.
Although his gargantuan, decade-defining novel sold well over a million copies, these days I think more people enjoy studying the writer rather than his work. Something about suicide just does that, I guess. Piques our curiosity. And by all means, End of the Tour will satiate. It's raw and well-acted and most of all satisfying. Both Siegel and Eisenberg did a fantastic job at bringing this niche tale to life. For what it is, I couldn't be happier with it. And I look forward to revisiting it, hopefully after having read both Infinite Jest and Wallace's biography.